Listening to the line of poetry she recited and looking into her eyes, Xiao Mo was slightly taken aback.
Her limpid eyes made Xiao Mo's heart tremble. A strange sense of guilt and remorse quietly welled up within him, along with an indescribable emotion that left him at a loss for words.
"Is something the matter, sir? Have you perhaps never heard this poem before?" Yan Ruxue asked with a light smile, covering her lips with her sleeve.
"I have heard it, yes, but I never expected it to be that particular line."
Xiao Mo snapped out of his daze, smiling as he shook his head.
'This poem didn't just exist in the Celestial Dynasty of my past life; it's here as well.'
'It's just that here, this poem, *Xiang Si*, was written by the King of Yun's Prime Minister, from one of the Human Race Dynasties, and is widely known.'
"That's why I said this poem is especially difficult to guess," Yan Ruxue said.
Xiao Mo just smiled, saying nothing. He knew she was just trying to help him save face.
